The Coming of War: Actaeon

Ezra Pound

An image of Lethe,
               and the fields
Full of faint light
               but golden,
Gray cliffs,
         and beneath them
A sea
Harsher than granite,
         unstill, never ceasing ;

High forms
         with the movement of gods,
Perilous aspect ;
            And one said:
"This is Actaeon."
               Actaeon of golden greaves!

Over fair meadows,
Over the cool face of that field,
Unstill, ever moving,
Host of an ancient people,
The silent cortége.